Thoughts in Burtonwood ChurchyardThe story behind the poem

I love churchyards and I find a
certain peace within their grounds. Some of the brief stories on
headstones make very sad reading though and there can be a strange
mix of neatly-manicured cared-for plots next to headstones that have
fallen, been forgotten and even overgrown. I was in a local cemetery
in Burtonwood, Cheshire a few years ago (which is beautifully kept
by the way) and I began to think a little bit too deeply about what
would become of me when I die. After a little bit of thought I
realised I was getting upset for myself, worrying about me....
We are all afraid when we are reminded of our own mortality I
suppose and for a moment or two I did look at the headstones and
think, "Is this it then.. is this all we have when we die?".... and
then from nowhere in particular my blind faith returned and I was
Okay again.
I plan to be cremated anyway so what am I making all the fuss about?